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SPECIAL EPISODE
"FIRE AND THE FLOOD"

◽️◽️...October, 2010...◽️◽️

What Rosalind has been feeling more these days is the weird surprise of waking up and never exactly knowing for sure what kind of peculiar things would happen during this brand new day.

If the disaster of the homecoming wasn't enough, now, apparently Stefan entered in his revenge era and decided to stole Klaus' coffins, disappearing with his siblings.

Even worst, Damon decided to drag her towards the possible location of these coffins.

"I thought Bonnie said this place lost all its mojo" Damon says.

The two of them approaching the old witch house together.

"The dead witches were angry at her for bringing Jeremy back to life. I guess now they have something they want her to know" Rosalind explains.

They entered the house.

"I hate witches. So fickle...passive-aggressive..." as soon as he barely finished his sentence, Damon falls on his knees, clutching his head in pain and agony.

Rosalind stop dead in her tracks, startled. Mostly because whatever is happening it's only happening with Damon for some reason.

She kneeled besides him, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Until she noticed the candles and even some shadows reflecting against the walls.

Wait...a...second...

"The witches..." she murmurs "You...offended them"

Damon pants, wiping the blood off of his nose.

"W...what?"

Rosalind helps him to sit up properly.

"Witches hate vampires. And still, you offended them" she gestures around "Apologizes!"

"Yeah, right" Damon scoffs, as if she just said the most absurd thing ever "Like I'm going to apologize to these bunch of old..." again, he falls on his knees, this time, screaming in pain.

Rosalind almost slapped his mouth shut.

"Oh good" she glances around, in almost a desperate way.

Damon continues to scream in pain.

"Stop, stop, stop!" she honestly doesn't even know who and if she's actually speaking to someone "Please, stop!"

Surprisingly, Damon breathes out in relief, falling completely on the floor, coughing blood.

The blonde stops, looking shocked, staring at her surroundings, not believing in what just happened.

"Oh my god..." she whispers, still recovering from the shock "Are you okay?" she rubs Damon's back.

"Peachy!" he coughs a bit more, wiping the blood off of his lips.

Carefully, Rosalind helps him to stand on his feet again.

"Thank you?" she wasn't if sure of what she's saying anymore.

But it seems to work, considering that a soft breeze passed by her, almost as if caressing her hair and cheeks, causing Rosalind to start giggling a bit.

The Salvatore scoffs, unbelievably at the scene.

"Really?" he glances around, incredulously.

Rosalind only walks further into the place.